Coverart of Colorblind featuring Honeydrop (Puppy) and Windy (Kitty).
 
Windy (Kitty) appears much later in the story…
 
Colorblind: 
A cyoa by The Master and The Stray
 
You take three quick steps forward, yelp and take four quicker steps back. You close your eyes walk forward only to open them in fear and scramble to the side. You squeeze your eyes shut and think of master as hard as you can but the second your hoof touches the knob your eyes shoot open and the sight sets you wildly bucking as your fight and flight triggers at once and run into the wall of the ascending stairs. Something in the back of your mind tells you this should work! If you can’t see it then it should be okay! But you do see it and you can’t stop, you’re failing master. You’re failing Master! And the door is getting scarier by the second, tears are filling your eyes, you wish it would just disappear.
 
The stuff master put on wounds is in the bathroom behind the mirror an you don’t know of anything else that work like that!
 
You’re on the edge of a full panic break down! You spin around and kick the door again and again and again! Thud, thud, thud! You rush away from it after the third buck, looking back the door doesn’t look any different but you certainly feel better… The door has stopped being terrifying again and returned to just scary. Freaking out won’t help master, you still have to cover your eyes with your hoof before the door gets too intimidating. You’ve finally settled down and stopped panting when a thud from upstairs makes you jump, followed by a much quieter thud.
 
“H-hello! Is someone there?!” You’re not sure about this, Master always warned you about strangers. They were supposed to be worse than doors. The only other person that ever visited the house was Uncle Lucky… Maybe Uncle Lucky is up there?! But master would always let you know when he visited, though he hadn’t seemed to be paying as much attention to you lately…
 
You were backing up while staring up at the ceiling and your flank presses up against something… Goose bumps go up your spine because the creak and bump gives you a hint what you just backed up into. You freeze against it, but nothing happens you’re completely fine.
 
You manage to stay relaxed, nothing is happening, you are fine. You take a couple steps forward and look back over your shoulder, your heart leaps at the door looming behind you! “Ahhhh!” You cry and dive away from it up onto the stairs. About to dart up and away to hide you stop mid-step. Halfway up the stairs lays a Pegasus stallion, dark grey all over and spreading from the stair his head is laying on.
 
You creep up slowly towards the stallion on the stairs, the rail next to him is broken off and the piece is under his front hoof like he’d been holding it. You keep your distance as much as possible as you stretch out and poke his lowest back hoof. He doesn’t make a sound or respond at all, his leg is stiff.
 
Looking more closely at the dark grey, you think it’s probably blood… You see it’s coming out of the stallions mouth, nose and even his ears. He has a booboo across his head like master did but his is a gash and not a hole. His head looks a little off in shape? The stair his head is on is dented and cracked. Oh the railing piece in his hoof has a long metal rod sticking out, it probably when into the wall but it has dark grey going up most of it. But if it came out of the wall why does it have blood walls don’t bleed.
 
The stallion smell horrible too, though master had smelled worse. You don’t hear anything now and you’re not going to taste it. But you are brave enough to reach out and touch it, it’s dry.
 
You back away from the stranger, he is most certainly not Uncle Lucky. It certainly seems like all the grown ups aren’t having good days, how do they keep getting booboo’s on their heads? ‘Ah what if there’s some sort of head hurting monster in the house! He could be working with the doors to bop ponies in the head!’ You think back to earlier when you woke up in the long hall and your head hurt, ‘The monster must have bopped me! I’m little so he couldn’t bop me as hard as a grown up! I need get master and this new stallion up so they can beat the monster!’ Looking up the stairs you swallow as you remember the thuds earlier, the monster is probably up there!
 
You rush back to the bathroom, with a new idea! Taking a bit of paper towel you wrap it around your hoof then close your eyes and move slowly forward think how grateful master will be for helping him and then you can fight a monster with him, he’ll probably buy you a new squeaky toy and let you in the play yard everyday for a month!
 
You’re so distracted by the wonderful thoughts you barely notice your hoof settle on the knob, the crinkly paper letting you avoid the cold metal feel that used to bite you. You turn the knob, and the door creaks open causing you to open your eyes and seeing the wide open door as a mouth into darkness you shout and let go. You huddle against the wall, you were so close, the paper trick worked on the knob!… If only you could trick your eyes…
 
Thinking on what you have. You nearly squeal in realization.
 
The broom! Yes that’ll teach the door not to mess with you! It has slammed closed since you opened it but you repeat the process, make sure your hoof is wrapped, close your eyes to focus on master and the paper trick works again! But this time when you scream and let go your other hoof is ready to shove the broom handle into its mouth!
 
Of course you drop the broom in fear and scramble back as it swings closed but it gets stuck on the broom! Now you have an easy way to… well make yourself scream… you use the broom to swing the door open which leaves you staring into the black empty unknown with the hungry door about to chomp back closed on you and yell, drop the broom for the door to get stuck on again.
 
The window to get through is so small and terrifying, and now you think there’s a head bopping monster on the loose and he could be in the darkness! What is a little filly to do!
 
It’s the only thing to be done, you have to be brave. It’s up to you to help master and the mystery grown up, you get to be a hero and that’s more than you ever dreamed of… Master always said you were nothing more than his pet and would always be his pet, while that made you happy maybe you had always wanted more?…
 
It takes four tries but on that fifth time you swing the door open you keep your eyes shut and sprint through the doorway screaming at the top of your lungs but it’s not a cry of fear, it’s a battle cry!
 
This lasts until the door slams shut again behind you and your left in darkness. Then it’s just a cry of fear again as you flail about the bathroom knocking things over and making a heck of a racket.
 
You do manage to somehow hit the light switch though and bright light in the shiny white room is almost blinding. You flush with embrassment as the room is completely empty nothing is even amiss… except the tipped over towel rack, towels, bottles and soap all across the floor but you think you did that.
 
Despite the embrassment of your mess and nothing being in the room you feel all fuzzy and giddy inside. You ran past the door, right through its mouth and into the dark! Maybe you can be a hero, for a second you wonder what it might have looked like if your eyes had been open but just the thought gives you anxiety.
 
Then you stop to stare at the little filly with the goofy grin on her face reflected on the wall above the mirror. Her mane is long and unruly, two shades of grey in it, you don’t know the actual colors; curious grey eyes stare back at you, master loves your eyes he says their color is green; your light grey hide he says is big… bigs? begs? you can’t remember… Master always got mad when teaching you colors, so you never wanted to learn them. That’s when you realize what was so strange about your reflection, you’ve been in here so many times with master but your smile had never seemed so big before…
 
The smile fades away as you watch, you wish it would come back but despite try to make faces they don’t fit the same. But that’s okay, you need to focus again, no more distractions time to save Master! You swing out the mirror, the reflective surface never even lets the thought of it being a door cross your mind. There it is! The little metal box with the white plus on it!
 
You still can’t read but you kinda know what somethings are or at least have an idea what they do… Also you’re still very thirsty and the toilet water… you think it looks clean…
 
Pausing for a moment you stare at the mirror seeing the pony on the other side. That’s your reflection silly! Master has shown it to you before, while waiting for the bath to fill with water for you both to use together. At least you think that’s right… But if the monster could shapeshift… No, no that’s crazy.
 
You continue to stare at the little filly with the goofy grin on her face reflected on the wall above the mirror. Her mane is long and unruly, two shades of grey in it, you don’t know the actual colors; curious grey eyes stare back at you, master loves your eyes he says their color is green; your light grey hide he says is big… bigs? begs? you can’t remember… Master always got mad when teaching you colors, so you never wanted to learn them. You run your hoof through your mane to straighten it a little and take a moment to run it over your horn, particularly over the shiny ring on it; that was Masters promise to always take care of you. He said it made you his forever, marked you as his special little puppy;–